Allow me to introduce myself

Hop in losers!

We’re jumping back to leg warmers, puffy scrunches and jelly shoes!

Let the streetlights be our guide back home and since we have hours to go allow me to introduce myself before I start yapping. 

You can call me Nëbula, Ëbbie or Nëb, whichever you prefer. 

I am no “professional writer,” but I come here today to express parts of myself that fit better on a page and in a book than on your TV screen or in your car radio. (As if people listen to that anymore.) Do they? I don’t know! 

Like many people, I am searching. Sometimes for what, I do not know. Other times, I do—and it mainly consists of happiness, peace and tranquility.  

The urge to physically build a survival pod and fly myself out into depths beyond time and space each day is compelling. Where do we go from here? As humans now begin each day with radiation at their fingertips. As we race to plug into a system we “perfect ourselves” for. 

How odd! 

Remember the days when you would shake a small polaroid picture a thousand times and pray the photo came out slightly decent?

• No extra filters. 
• No transitions or edits. 
• No theme music or commentary. 

Just raw, unedited you. 

Those are the days that are embedded in my amygdala. 

I’ll be honest. 

Lately, I’ve been in some sort of new fog that isn’t very familiar to me. 

As I peel back more layers of myself, and the healing process gets deeper, I myself get stranger and stranger. 

I feel composed of all the spiritual teachings and literature I’ve ever read at one time in my entire life. Like I said, odd. 

I swear I’ve had “several awakenings” in my lifetime, but this one is the craziest of them all. I am truly understanding in my healing that to die is to live again. 

So many parts of me are deceased. 

And for good reasons! 

I performed too much and smiled too little to be another clown in this crazy circus of a world. 

People-pleasing in me is finally something I can say died with great dignity and pride! Nowadays it’s more rolling my eyes and kiss my voluptuous ass. 😂   

So, if you’ve made it this far, this post may tell you a few quirky things about me. 

My eccentricity is not for everyone, and I’ve learned to be okay with that. I’ve been through a lot of shit for 36 years and I know I am built for a lot more. 

There is so much power in believing in yourself when nobody else does. 

I have survived so much, and have countless stories to tell. Read with me. Heal with me. Journey with me, as we figure out how to navigate this rabbit hole together. For I, like Alice, and many others, am longing for a better place, lost in wonderland.